Pardon me while I tear up.
My father was a Navy SeaBee in the South Pacific during WWII. He quite possibly helped build the airstrip where this man’s father took off and landed. My Dad never wanted to talk about it, either, except for an occasional comment he made while we watched “Victory At Sea” on Sunday afternoons.
Every time I read a story or post like this, the final line from “The Bridges At Toko-Ri” comes back to me.
“Where do we find such men?”